Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 1021 Rebuttals
Xia Chuan glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Park Ji-mok and Woong walked out with a smile, "Yes, yes, let's get started quickly. If it's past 8:30, we'll miss the best time to summon Xiao Huang, and we might have to stay another day."

Mr. Hirasaka only prepared three days' worth of ingredients; there's no way to extend it by even one day.

Once that was said, everyone else agreed.

Natsukawa thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "But is it really possible for Mr. Hirasaka to suggest using a séance to summon Koga?"

He asked in a questioning tone, "If the incidents involving those fans who left the group, and the death of editor Nanze, were all her revenge, wouldn't it seem disrespectful for us to do this?"

At this moment, the fan club president, Ke'er Feng, immediately chimed in: "Hmph, once we all get here, we'll definitely be targeted by Xiao Huang's soul. But it doesn't matter, I'm willing to give my life for Xiao Huang, as long as she's really still alive."

Ke'er Feng's fervent behavior drew frowns from the others.

With such a pervert as the leader of the fan club, could it be that Yahara Akira couldn't stand it and committed suicide?

Xia Chuan muttered to himself.

Hirasaka didn't like hearing this. He glared at Natsukawa and then retorted to Kaerfeng: "If you really think this will work, you can put twenty-five candles in your room at midnight tonight, corresponding to Koga's age, and then recite the séance secrets I sent you in the email before."

He sacrificed himself so that Xiao Huang could be reborn.

Maybe we'll succeed.

However, if Xiao Huang were to be resurrected using your body, I wonder if he would be so angry that he'd die the moment he found out.

It was a very biased statement, but Ke'er Feng didn't seem to care; instead, she seemed thoughtful.

strangeness.

Natsukawa was a little curious about the glare that Ryosaka had given him earlier.

That look in his eyes clearly carried a threatening connotation.

Could it be that Hachigawa and Hirasaka have some connection that Frank didn't discover?
Is it related to that party last year?
Xia Chuan fell silent and followed the others through the long corridor to a door that looked quite different.

"This is the meditation room."

Hirasaka pushed open the door, and in the center of the room was a large round table, surrounded by posters of Yahara Akira, and there were also many candlesticks that seemed to have just been prepared.

Apart from that, there was nothing else; it looked fairly empty.

Chairs were prepared in advance, and Hirasaka didn't specify any seating order; everyone just sat down wherever they wanted.

Next to Xia Chuan was Ke'er Feng, who was muttering something to herself, but because her speech was unclear, the content could not be heard.

On the other side is Ryuichi Mifune. This guy isn't a member of the fan club, but it was because of his help in promoting Yahara Akira that he went from a cosplay enthusiast to a movie star. You could say he was a talent scout.

He came in and sat down, not looking at anything, his hands clasped on the table, as if he were thinking about something, or perhaps he was earnestly waiting for the séance to begin.

"pat-"

Park Ji-mok and Woong turned off the bright lights and lit the candles one by one.

During this time, Hirasaka began his explanation.

"This meditation room is very quiet and is located directly opposite the moon, which maximizes the chances of our spells reaching the underworld through the essence of the moon and summoning Xiaohuang to the mortal realm."

However, you must not shout or yell; you must remain respectful. I will handle all questions and conversations.

"Uh, then what's the point of calling us here? Can't you just complete the descent yourself?"

Xia Chuan immediately started to complain.

Veins bulged on Hirasaka's forehead; this was the third time Hachigawa had contradicted him.

"Yakawa, are you afraid of something?" Park Ji-mok and Woong had already lit all the candles, but the room was still dim. The flickering candlelight and their clothes did indeed give it a fantasy movie feel.

He glared at Xia Chuan fiercely, his words carrying a threatening tone.

Sure enough, Hachikawa must have been involved in something a year ago, and it was very likely related to Yahara Akira's death.

Xia Chuan shut his mouth and made a zipper gesture.

Seeing this, the two let him go.

"Alright, we're ready to begin. Please cross your hands and use three fingers of your crossed hands to grasp the fingers of the person next to you."

As a manga artist who has deeply explored the fantasy genre, Hirasaka Reiki's séance certainly gives people a mysterious feeling.

As everyone's hands touched, a mysterious atmosphere began to permeate the room, as if the temperature in the entire meditation room had dropped several degrees.

Only Xia Chuan, through observation and his amazing hearing, discovered that above everyone's heads, an air intake was frantically pouring in cold air.

Goodness, this is an artificial atmosphere, like a movie shoot. Could there be hidden cameras behind the scenes?
After amusing himself for a while, Xia Chuan followed the group and began chanting incantations.

As a renowned international spy, although he couldn't understand the incantation, he remembered hearing something similar somewhere in Africa.

If witches and sorceresses didn't originate from Africa, then this must be the work of Reiki Hirasaka.

Could it be that he's preparing to avenge Yahara Kou?

I was too rushed in reviewing the information and didn't get a detailed understanding of it. There are many things I don't understand right now, so I can only take it one step at a time.

Even if someone dies, I will try to cover it up first.

Anyway, he had already cut the villa's landline phone line beforehand, so there was no signal and these people couldn't call the police even if they wanted to.

As I was thinking this, a strange noise suddenly came from the meditation room.

First, there were candlesticks placed in various places, with candles flickering on them.

Immediately afterwards, the items on the only storage cabinet, which were probably part of the collection, began to shake, and even the table next to it vibrated noticeably.

Fortunately, the floor did not shake, otherwise everyone would have thought it was an earthquake.

A moment later, the flickering candlelight seemed to sense something, and the shaking became more violent, with sparks crackling and popping from above—

"Boom boom boom—"

Finally, as if angering the ghosts summoned to the room, the candlelight burst open one after another.

As the meditation room plunged into complete darkness, the ornaments placed in the cabinet finally succumbed to some kind of pressure and crashed out.

The sound of various utensils and porcelain breaking and falling to the ground startled everyone so much that they dared not move.

At that moment, everyone unconsciously let go of each other's hands, and the eerie and chilling atmosphere had reached its peak.

"Giggle-"

Strange laughter rang out.

"I'm back, everyone. I didn't expect that after a year, any of you would still remember me."

The voice was deep and hoarse, coming from all directions, like the demonic sound of hell, striking the hearts of everyone.

One person was an exception.

Ke'er Feng seemed to have heard some wonderful celestial music. With a wild joy on her face, she stood up and shouted, "It's Xiao Huang! Xiao Huang is back! Hahaha, I didn't expect it to actually succeed!"

(End of this chapter)